Reflecting on Pregnancy

I spent a lot of time this week moving content from my old blog onto my new one. There are many reasons for this move - to increase traffic through archived content is a biggie - mainly, because I don't want to lose memories of key events in my life. I spent the last year chronicling my pregnancy, and the year prior I spent blogging about our wedding. These are some of the most profound moments in anyone's life, and I don't want to lose the memories of how I felt during those times.It was certainly interesting, and really fun!, to re-read all of my blog entries about pregnancy. You can see a huge decline in effort as the weeks passed! When I first starting blogging about being pregnant, I was typing away forever about how exciting it was or how tired I was or even how I was eager to see a bump! As the weeks went by, and said bump got bigger and bigger, my paragraphs became sentences - and sometimes just words - as I became overwhelmed and quite bored with pregnancy.Now, we have our little baby boy and those pregnancy posts seem so far away. Everything seemed so calm looking back, but I remember feeling very frantic and unprepared. I don't think I ever thought about how being pregnant and having a baby would change me, but I can see good and bad changes in myself. I'm certainly more stressed about little things these days. Whether that be the hormones, or that life truly is chaotic, I don't know. However, I think I've taken to being a mother much easier than I ever thought I would. I never saw myself as maternal, and I remember having conversations about that with David when I was pregnant, but I guess I do have that side of me after all!It's a funny thing nowadays when I see a woman with a bump. I have been her! I have experienced the little kicks on my bladder and the incredible back pain. I have experienced the endless questions about "is it a boy or a girl?" and the anxiety of never feeling truly prepared. And with all of that, I kind of miss it! After giving birth to Finn, I transformed back into my old self (plus about 10 pounds) and when I walk by strangers, no one really considers the fact that I carried a baby for 10 months. For all they know, I don't have children! Or maybe they think I have five! Either way, there is no visible evidence anymore.I remember prior to getting pregnant that I always wondered what it felt like and I knew I wanted to experience it. It was quite tough, and long, and became dull and I got over it fast, but it was truly one of the most remarkable things I've ever done.I went to a yoga class last night for the first time since giving birth and I fully expected to embarrass myself, but I was actually shocked at how strong my body remains. I've lost muscle mass and kept some extra baby weight on, and I'm certainly out of shape, but I'm not a complete loss! Even after growing a human inside of me, I can still manage an hour yoga class without falling! The human body is an amazing, amazing, thing.